(Source: zaynner)
About
"it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."
Following
(Source: zaynner)
You’re a babeeehh.
Alright! We get it! You’re hot! You don’t need to rub it in. :I